Pack of wolves

My small contribution to expressing the feelings of women who suffered such plight. More power to the women who started this movement and gave strength to the others to open up and share.

In a road less traveled, we meet yet again,
there are memories that we cherish, but also, lots of pain.
As I sit with you today, reflecting on my past Oh Life!
Let’s drink to my broken heart and sad endings so rife.

You saw me as a kid, filled with hopes and dreams;
turn into a woman, with sorrows, wounds and screams.
My lips though may smile; my eyes are but so bleak
there are some questions in them, the answers do I seek.

You said, the world is yours, go find your happy place,
find your own people to love, in this infinite space.
They, who shall bring you happiness, joy and mirth,
who will make your life, worth living on this earth.

Your words gave me the wings and I was flying high,
to a place that’s filled with love, where my happiness would lie.
I met people on my way; they made promises big and small;
to love, trust and respect me, and shun my sorrows, them all.

Very soon though I realized, those promises were all hollow,
​people's hearts were filled with darkness and ideas too shallow.
I was torn and bruised and trampled, treated like an object,
like a doll that they could play with, they could throw away, reject.

I am a little girl so young, who can barely spell her name,
I am also an old woman, just approaching my endgame.
My faces though may change, but stories all end the same,
stories of such distress, of pain of harm and of shame.

A woman turned into a victim, a victim turned into a bard,
I need answers to these questions, as I pick my heart’s broken shards.
Why are you so unfair, oh Life? What did I ever do?
To deserve something so grave, a story of my own #metoo.

While I wait for you to answer, I have a process to begin
To gather myself again and summon courage from within.
Courage to join the pieces, to get up and start again,
To fight my battles alone, relying as is in vain.

I am my own protector; not so timid or not so weak,
A lone wolf is what I am; my pack is what I seek
United we stand, as I gather them all along​​
A pack of wolves will thus emerge, standing tall and strong


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Young India and the social change it can drive

When most countries in the world are experiencing ageing problem, India is lush with about 65% of its population below 35 years of age. The youth in India has emerged to be a great force marking its presence in politics, economy, science, civil services and many such important avenues. I wouldn’t be exaggerating if I said that there could never be a better time to be ‘young’ in India. People could write at lengths about the positive changes that the Young India engenders but still there are some important avenues that need our immediate attention. If Wikipedia were to be believed, India’s charity index ranks 91 st in the list of 140 countries and the United States of America, 2 nd . The list of most Philanthropic people in the world starts with Bill Gates, an American, and features many more like Warren Buffet, Mark Zuckerberg etc. There does appear an Indian in the list, Azim Premji ranked at no. 4, just one Indian in the list of twenty. India never lacked rich people; still ...
Read more

LOST........

This new poem of mine depicts the disappointment that gets associated with the failures in life.... My life is completely lost around me, is mist and frost. The life which once was bright is now just pale and white. Some challenges that I had to meet, some promises I needed to keep are now seeming too far away cos its my luck that has to play. I had to keep a promise I made to my mother as I once said, "Mom you'll one day be proud of me" that pride in her eyes is all I wanted to see. All I wanted is to spread my wings "I'll touch horizons" I used to think. Whom my father would look and cry "That's my daughter touching the sky". There were people all around me 'A loser' in me they see. I had a challenge to prove them wrong and break the jinx that existed so long. I wished to be a reason for them to smile those people with whom I went miles. with whom no sadness was ever allowed I just wished them to feel proud. I had reasons so many to s...
Read more

Where CRY means smiles :)

Image
It was the end of November and it was ‘that time’ of the year. Every year I would save up all my holidays for my annual visit to my home country, India. As expected, I had a full agenda during my visit. Meet all the relatives, eat street food everyday, attend a friend’s wedding and do lots of shopping, the regular roster. This year however, I had another item in my to-do list. Ever since I started working for CRY in Seattle and learnt that they have a project in my home state Chhattisgarh, I had made up my mind to visit the project, the next time I went to India and now was the time. I was really looking forward to the visit! So having coordinated all the plan with my friends at CRY, I was all set-up to visit Gram Mitra Samaj Sevi Sanstha (GMSSS) project in Kartala block of Korba district in Chhattisgarh, Here is what I expected my day would look like and how it actually turned out to be EXPECTATION REALITY Leave the origin ...
Read more